EMR

EMR – Electronic Medical Records – is a topic of special interest to me because it sits at the intersection of three streams of modern life which are near and dear to my heart: Medicine, Computers, and Writing.

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Atul Gawande is a surgeon who is also a writer. He has written a long long LONG piece about EMR  in the most recent  issue of the New Yorker.  It’s called “Why Doctors Hate Their Computers.” If you have the time and inclination, you can read all about it here.  Or, you can read on…  if you dare.

My brother-in-law is a former respiratory therapist. He now jets around the country helping hospitals implement an EMR package called “Epic.” He is well compensated for his time.  And he has seen the EMR debate from both sides.

When Gawande describes his initial encounter with his Epic “trainer” – this is how he sets the scene:

The surgeons at the training session ranged in age from thirty to seventy. I estimated about sixty per cent male, and one hundred per cent irritated at having to be there instead of seeing patients. Our trainer looked younger than any of us, maybe a few years out of college, with an early-Justin Bieber wave cut, a blue button-down shirt, and chinos. Gazing out at his sullen audience, he seemed unperturbed. I learned during the next few sessions that each instructor had developed his or her own way of dealing with the hostile rabble. One was encouraging and parental. Another was unsmiling and efficient. Justin Bieber took the driver’s-ed approach: You don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be here.  Let’s just make the best of it.

My brother-in-law looks nothing like Justin Bieber.  He’s a long long LONG way out of college.  But I am guessing – to his credit – he takes the driver’s-ed approach.

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The debate over EMR boils down to a couple of key issues, each of which is viewed differently from the patient’s perspective, from the doctor’s perspective, and from the perspective of the computer guys sitting in the middle. I’ll address each of the issues in turn.

Control.

 

Back in the old days, meaning back when medicine operated under the “Arrowsmith” model (you can read about Sinclair Lewis’ novel  of a callow young doctor’s coming of age early in the 20th century here), the doctor-patient relationship was sacrosanct. House calls were not uncommon. And medical record-keeping was, well, mostly an after-thought. This gave the doctor a tremendous amount of control over literally everything. It gave the patient a close personal relationship with his or her caregiver, but not much else.  The relationship was highly asymmetrical.  That’s just the way things are – take it or leave it. (And computer guys didn’t even exist yet – more on this later.)

Many docs of my generation got into medicine with the “Arrowsmith” model lodged in the back of their brains. Is it any wonder then that, in an age of Epic and EMR, a lot of them would seriously contemplate early retirement than give up the total control which they see as a birth-right of their profession?

Communication.

 

From the patient side of things, Epic’s easy access to lab results and ease of communication with caregivers via the Patient Portal are undisputed pluses. Theoretically, access to historical information about a patient’s prior care should be a boon to physicians as well. And sometimes it is. But there are some unintended side effects of this model that tend to drive docs crazy. One of these is the sheer number of notifications and prompts spewing out of the system . These have to be continuously sorted though, prioritized, and attended to. Which ones are significant, or even relevant, in a particular case? Under the weight of this information deluge – and related time crunch – the doc’s temptation to ignore/delete becomes almost irresistible.

A more insidious, and I would say pernicious, side-effect of the computerization of medical record-keeping is what’s known as “the screen effect.” Consider the difference between the following two scenarios:

A patient sits on an exam table. The doc arrives and sits on a stool. In the old days, the doc talks to the patient looking him or her straight in the eye, elicits what’s known as a History of Present Illness and – if it’s an initial visit – a Family History and a General Review of Systems as well. Then the doc examines the patient from top to bottom, again giving the patient full attention. Afterward, once the patient is dressed and gone, the doc either writes or dictates notes of findings and impressions.

In an age of Epic/EMR, however, there’s a big shift after the doc comes in and sits down. Now, instead of looking exclusively and directly at the patient, the doc is looking primarily at a computer screen. (S)He’s inputting data as (s)he goes, responding to prompts, and – maybe, occasionally – glancing up at the patient. Set aside all the things potentially missed in terms of physical diagnosis.  It’s the social implications that are most profound. The “system” is now what’s driving the interaction. And, smart as that “system” may be, the trade-off between “record-keeping” and “relationship” has been undeniably altered.

Economics and Time

 

I mentioned the time crunch before. While there’s an initial promise of time-saving from EMR, the results where rubber meets road are a bit more complicated.

Unlike in the Arrowsmith days of solo primary care, modern medicine is big business first and foremost. The vast majority of physicians  nowadays are either part of a group practice or even a vast medical conglomerate that cares as much or more about profit as about patient care. (Those Big Corporations are the ones that can best afford the price tag of EMR packages like Epic, after all.) Talk to docs individually, or examine the statistics, you will find the same thing: The pressure to produce profits, measured as patient-visits-plus-treatments divided by time, is not just the bottom line. In fact, it ultimately drives both EMR lines of code as well as docs’ minute-by-minute decision-making. Do I even need to say, this is not necessarily a good thing?

Not for patients, of course – but especially not for docs. Job dissatisfaction leading to burnout or early retirement. Taking shortcuts – like ignoring those incessant Epic prompts/emails. And of course, facing toward a screen instead of toward a human being in an exam room. That last is perhaps the biggest of all bugs in a system still under construction, a system which is currently being beta tested on the American medical consumer.

Conclusion

 

So, in the face of all that, what’s an Epic consultant like my brother-in-law to do? Keeping an even keel during training (the driver’s-ed approach) certainly can’t hurt. Beyond that, understanding and attending to the parameters of frustration on each side seems key. To the extent that system customization can cut down on irrelevant and/or unnecessary information-flow to harried medical providers (more than just physicians, btw), by all means:  Do it!  To the extent that employing medical scribes, for instance, as the effective EMR interface-users – thus freeing up docs to face patients again in the exam room – Yes, Hallelujah, and Amen!

As for the underlying economic forces re-shaping the landscape of Big Medicine these days, I am less sanguine. Just as Henry Ford’s assembly line – and later, computerized robotics – transformed the auto industry, so too with medical care delivery. Given the seemingly astronomical price tag health care carries these days, I’d be more surprised if it didn’t.

As to whether becoming a doc retains its allure in an age long past the extinction of Arrowsmith? Well, that remains very much an open question. Might be better to trade in the white coat for a blue button-down and chinos, become an Epic consultant.

Oh, and don’t forget the early Justin Bieber wave-cut.  Details here.

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Type II

For those whose Hemoglobin A1C (a marker for Type II Diabetes) is in the normal range (<5.7%), this story is for you.  For those, like me, above 6.5%, enjoy your oatmeal.  Still, they do look good, don’t they?

In this photo from 2008, Johnson&#8217;s Corner employee Alex Stolpz brings out a tray of the Johnstown truck stop&#8217;s famous cinnamon rolls, which
Type II Diabetes on a plate at Johnson’s Corner

RIP Dorcas

Thanksgiving will be here before you know it.  In that spirit, this item caught my eye recently.  RIP Dorcas Reilly.  You made the world a better place.

The 2 Thanksgiving must-haves at our house (besides turkey, of course) are mashed potatoes and green bean casserole.  Recipes below.

Dorcas Reilly’s original recipe for Green Bean Casserole.

 

1 can (10 3/4 oz.) condensed cream of mushroom soup

1/2 cup milk

1 tsp. soy sauce

Dash of pepper

4 cups canned (drained) or frozen green beans

1 1/3 cups canned french-fried onions

Mix soup, milk, soy sauce, pepper, beans and 2/3 cup onions in a 1 1/2-quart casserole dish. Bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes or until hot. Stir. Arrange remaining onions around edge of casserole. Bake 5 minutes longer.

Makes 6 servings.

 

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Mashed potatoes a la Dan.

 

Peel potatoes with a paring knife, slice thin, then boil in water on stove top for 1 hour – use as many potatoes as will fit in whatever sized pot you have handy.

Drain hot water, then mash potatoes well adding as much salt, milk or cream, and butter as your cardiologist will allow.  Optional: Whip to creamy perfection with electric mixer.

Serve with gravy made from meat drippings. Use fork or spoon to indent the top of your personal mound to hold the gravy. Think: “Volcano crater filled with molten lava” and you won’t go far wrong.

Schedule followup appointment with cardiologist in three weeks.

 

Remember:  You don’t have to wait for Thanksgiving to enjoy!

 

Gotta Play To Win

The results are in. Did you win?  More importantly, did you play?

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Washington Post story here.

Details, details, details…

Mega Millions officials count on enormous jackpots to draw in players who would ordinarily avoid participating. Last October, those officials made two big changes: They doubled ticket prices to $2 — and tweaked the formula to make it easier to win smaller prizes but harder to win the jackpot.

Here’s how Mega Millions used to work: Players picked five numbers from 1 to 75 and a Mega number from 1 to 15. The odds of winning the top prize were 1 in 258,890,850.

Since Mega Millions modified the formula, players now pick five numbers from 1 to 70 and a Mega number of 1 to 25. The odds of winning the jackpot are now 1 in 302,575,350.

In other words, reducing the number of balls for the first five numbers increases the chances of winning a smaller prize. But raising the number of Mega Balls makes it harder to win the jackpot.  (Powerball made similar changes to its rules in 2015.)

Parting shot:

“The lottery:  A tax on people who are bad at math.”

Span

Check this out.  Way cool.  NPR story here.  Not far from where our youngest daughter lives, in Shenzhen, China.

Quandary

Today’s post posed a real quandary. On the one hand, today is the 147th anniversary of Mrs. O’Leary’s cow kicking over her lantern in the barn that started the great Chicago fire of 1871.  On the other hand, I just got another Covenant Notice from our HOA suggesting some additional exterior maintenance on our townhouse.  And since I don’t do political wrangling anymore, this got my latent creative juices flowing…

So, Chicago Fire?

Or, Roxborough Homeowners Association?

Aw, hell:  Caution to the wind.  You can read all about the Great Chicago Fire here. But nowhere else than in these pages can you read about my travails with the Covenant Nazis.

Enjoy, gentle reader.

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Dear Sir or Madam:

Re: Your letter dated August 13.  We now have the approved paint (“Behr Premium Ultra 100% Acrylic Exterior Satin Enamel – Creamy Mushroom #PPU5-13 from Home Depot”) for the side door on our garage.  We will do the requested painting this month.  One question: Since there is enough paint to also do the other garage door, and since that door looks to be in about the same shape as the side door, is it OK for us to add that to our to-do list without filing a separate Design Review Form?  Maybe just amend the form we already submitted? We’d really like to get this done before the snow flies. Or, if you like, we could append it to the new Design Review Form we’ll be submitting for the frayed outdoor carpet on our front steps (Re: Your letter dated October 1)? We don’t mind doing the necessary maintenance of course. And we certainly commend the diligent work of your fine snoopers skulking around our property with their iPads taking pictures (“on file with the management office”).  But the paperwork is getting to be a bit much. To quote your letter(s): “We realize that you may be unaware that there is a problem, however….” You do realize that only in 1940’s Germany were better records kept?

Yours in “maintaining a wonderful community,”

Etc, etc, etc.

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Don’t worry, I didn’t send it. Yet.  But I thought about it.

Amazing bonus photos here.

You know what? That carpet really does look a little frayed.

😉

ADDENDUM: Just talked with my neighbor who is on the HOA board and found out that the HOA’s management company has been given a notice of termination as of January 1, 2019. Oh, also, in the meantime all further snooping is halted and all existing covenant notices have been declared null and void. Woo hoo! Gotta love that frayed carpet, for at least a little while longer…

Meanwhile on the Peak…

Summer snow blankets Pikes Peak summit Sunday

 

Pikes Peak snow

https://gazette.com/news/summer-snow-blankets-pikes-peak-summit-sunday-morning/article_c80df824-aeba-11e8-ab36-678fb148faf7.html

 

Queen

Of Soul.

 

Aretha Franklin, a pillar of postwar American music, died Thursday, from pancreatic cancer. She was seventy-six. A few hours later, the artist Kadir Nelson sent a sketch to The New Yorker which drew inspiration from “Folksinger,” a 1957 ink drawing by Charles White. “I wanted to draw her in a choir,” he said. “She was a preacher’s daughter. And so much of what she gave us came from the church even after she moved beyond gospel.”

Other tributes to the Queen of Soul:

“Prayer, love, desire, joy, despair, rapture, feminism, Black Power—it is hard to think of a performer who provided a deeper, more profound reflection of her times. What’s more, her gift was incomparable. Smokey Robinson, her friend and neighbor in Detroit, once said, ‘Aretha came out of this world, but she also came out of another, far-off magical world none of us really understood. . . . She came from a distant musical planet where children are born with their gifts fully formed.’ ” — David Remnick

 

“When Aretha sings ‘Amazing Grace’ in that church, it’s suddenly not a song anymore – or not really – the melody, the lyrics, they’re rendered mostly meaningless. A few bits of organ, some piano. Who cares? Congregants yelling ‘Sing it!’ None of it matters. I’m not being melodramatic – we are listening to the wildest embodiment of a divine signal. She receives it and she broadcasts it. ‘Singing’ can’t possibly be the right word for this sort of channeling.” — Amanda Petrusich

 

And this from deep in the Denver Post archives…

“Franklin always demanded to be paid in cash on the spot or she would not go onstage. The cash would go into her handbag, which would either stay with her security team or come on stage with her. The reason: She grew up in an era when Ray Charles and B.B. King would get ripped off.”

 

Red Rocks after the riot…

Denver Post Archives

 

…and Red Rocks in happier times.

The 20th

http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/breaking/ct-met-alderman-willie-cochran-guilty-plea-20180815-story.html

This one from the Chicago Tribune caught my eye because of Alderman Cochran’s immediate predecessor in the 20th ward, Arenda Troutman. Her defense in an earlier corruption trial was that, although she did accept payments from developers for her influence in approving plans for their shopping mall, in fact – since the site of the proposed development was across the street from the edge of her district – she didn’t actually have jurisdiction. So, the joke was on them!  Guess the jury didn’t appreciate this classic line of South Side legal reasoning. Go figure.
Gotta love Chicago – “The City That Works.”
Also gotta love the 20th, which soon will boast nearly as many jailed former aldermen as there are jailed former Illinois governors. How many is that, you ask? The correct answer is “4.” Bonus points if you can name any of them other than the immortal Rod Blagojevich.  (Answer, for those that just can’t contain their curiosity, here.)